Page 75 of Ghosts of Halloween

I cradle her cheeks in my palms, thumbs stroking over her soft skin, and she releases a shuddering breath, yanking the zip of her hoodie all the way down. She leans back on her hands, offering herself to me, and my cock throbs at the sight.

I have to take a bracing breath to remind myself what the goal here is, because my hands want to stray to her tits and fly, but that’s not what shewants. She can get that from anyone, after all. I want to give her what no one else can.

Slowly, I let my hands slide down her face to her throat, putting her in a loose collar. Harlow’s eyes widen, her breath hitches, and I slowly tighten my hold, breathing fast through parted lips. “This feel good, princess?”

She gives me a jerky nod, and I tighten even more, until her blush deepens, and I let go, one hand going to her cheek, the other to her nape. I scratch up the back of her head gently, burying my fingers in her hair, and her eyes flutter as if to close when she releases a small sound.

I gently pull her head back, baring her throat, and trail my fingers over it, staring at her face. She breathes hard, her eyes squeezed shut, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I only hesitate a moment before leaning down to drop a soft kiss right under her jaw.

She jerks when my lips touch her skin, and I feel the vibration in her throat when she moans. It’s like she forgot where we are, because she’s loud, and I press a finger to her lips, making her breath catch.

“Shh. Don’t give us away.”

She trembles, her breaths growing frantic, but when I trail small, fluttery kisses down her throat to her collarbone, she’s quiet. And when she puts her hands on me, the prosthetic on my shoulder, her other hand on the back of my head, it’s my turn to suppress a groan.

“Fuck, princess,” I murmur, licking along her collarbone, the taste of her skin addictive. “I want to touch you all over. Kiss you everywhere.”

She gasps, shaking harder the longer I caress her, my touch growing feverish as my cock bucks in my jeans. Her back arches, legs falling wide open on either side of me, but I resist the urge to slide my hands down to her ass.

Even though I want to press closer and let her grind on me, I force a deep breath into my lungs and run my fingers up, caressing the sensitive skin behind her ears, gently kissing down her right arm. Harlow grips my bicepswith both hands, and I shiver at the touch of her prosthetic fingers. I leave a wet kiss right over the place where her skin gives way to matte black and blow on it.

She grips me harder, her body tensing when a guttural moan rips out of her. She arches, instinctively pressing into me, and for a moment, she’s as if suspended, entire body locked and rigid, until she slumps forward, pressing her forehead to my shoulder.

Before I can ask if she actually came, I hear Caden’s loud voice, so I frantically pull away, falling on my crate and breathing hard. I have just enough time to adjust my dick in my pants before they enter.

When I look at Harlow, her face is red with a blush, eyes averted. Soon, we all part ways and go home, and she still won’t look at me. Not even once.

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Harlow

When Jack runs his fingers down my left arm down to my palm, his touch ghostly light, I close my eyes and sigh in relief. My haunting memories of that night when my life blew to pieces float away. Jack’s fingers chase them off, one by one, until I’m at peace, sparks flooding my limbs.

“Do you remember how I made you come without even touching you properly?” he asks in a low, throaty voice that sends shivers down my spine.

I shake my head, my eyes popping open in surprise. I knew something happened between us that night I got the new arm. I just can’t remember what.

“You… did that?” I ask, sighing when he stands behind me, urging me to lean back against him. My back and buttocks mold to his firm body, and I relax into his heat.

“Mhm.” Jack’s long fingers travel up my arms to cup my face, his touch warm and gentle. “I didn’t even know it was possible. But you came from the most innocent touch. Just your neck, shoulders and arms. A few kisses.”

He raises my left hand and places a careful, fluttery kiss over my knuckles. It’s so light and tender, yet it makes me arch into him. Jack pulls my hand down, sliding his fingers over mine as he lets go, and reaches for my prosthetic. He brings it up and kisses my knuckles, making sure I can see it, and I gasp in shock when the phantom throbbing that never really lets go suddenly eases, replaced by pleasant tingling.

“Jack,” I whisper, shivering againsthim.

He steps around me to be at my side, kissing up my prosthetic wrist and inner forearm, his soft lips pressing to black carbon fiber, and I shake, gasping for breath. He makes sure I see what he’s doing, because of course, I have no real sensation in my missing limb. And yet… Every touch of his lips sends warm tingles through me until I shake, holding back a moan.

My pain is entirely gone, replaced by pleasant warmth. Jack reaches the upper edge of my prosthetic and looks up, his lips hovering over the skin of my stump. His eyes widen a fraction when he sees my face, and he smirks, his eyes sparkling.

“So this does something for you, princess. Good to know.”

When his hot lips press to my skin, I jerk, the impact powerful after his phantom touches. Jack holds my arm in both hands, slowly kissing his way up, over the strip of fabric tying up my throbbing wound, then up my shoulder and neck until his lips reach my chin. I feel him smiling against my skin when my breath hitches.

“Take it off and I’ll kiss you.”

I don’t ask what he means, because it’s painfully obvious. I’m not wearing any clothes. And yet, I’m not truly naked. I never was. With anyone.

“I don’t…” I begin, swallowing as my gut clenches with uncertainty. “Um, I might need it.”

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